So let me try to recap events of yesterday. Well quite simply WSK, Café Westend, bed. Slept right through till 4.50 in the morning!

So let me try to recap events of yesterday. Well, quite simply, WSK, Café Westend, bed. Slept right through till 4.50 in the morning! So, so much for my plan of going back out at night for the night bars. WSK. Three eminently naughty looking women in the lobby; just ONE customer in the cinema, and he left soon after as well. I allowed Mongolian Anita and big blonde Austrian Christina to perform hand massage on me (pointless of course, without resolution, as I was so benumbed by drink) but the films were pretty rubbish. After that I sat at the bar drinking Gösser, bought Anita the Mongolian a beer too, and she sat with me at the bar openly wanking me in front of everyone. I bought Christina a drink too and she came up and joined in the wanking. A very pleasant time. I encouraged Anita to spit on my cock to lubricate and she happily did so. Like I say, when I travel it is like I am starring in my own porn film. We don’t have any porn cinemas left in London, and even if we did no way that kind of thing would be possible! This is why I travel. Back to Café West End after 7pm, and surprised to find it so empty. A customarily gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten (with no drink) then back to bed.
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After leaving the Dorint bar an eventful trip to WSK

After leaving the Dorint bar, an eventful trip to WSK. The floozies still there. Three of them, all very nice, in their blowsy floozie way. None of them would make it into a Rue d’Aerschot window, but for a dark porn kino all 3 of them were just right. Just what the doctor ordered. Christina the busty older German blonde. A Turkish-looking brunette with a ponytail. And Mongolian Anita. Anita one of these girls you meet in these places periodically—a star. Charismatic. Because of her I stayed rather too long. Now, here I am, back in the Café West End.vienna-5

Oh the Brussels Grill steak last night was gorgeous

Oh the Brussels Grill steak last night was gorgeous. Following the ruinous new management in the Berlin Plaza bar & the loss of the old gorgeous Knesepfanne, and the ruinous new management in Munich’s Rechthaler Hof (and much earlier closure of Lamm’s), it only has Vienna’s Café Westend for competition in the steak stakes, as it were. OK, let me try to charge tonight’s room to one of my cards. Fingers crossed, eyes closed.

Ha just remembered, not only did I suddenly have to leave ——– on Monday night because I was overwhelmed by thoughts of Adelina in Vienna

Ha just remembered, not only did I suddenly have to leave ——– on Monday night because I was overwhelmed by thoughts of Adelina in Vienna, but as soon as I got out Tuesday I could only think about Café West End and its rostbraten! I could smell them, taste them, see them. My sub-conscious is trying to trick me into going to Vienna at end of October after all. What to do. No I need to REDUCE my credit card debt, not add to it. Vienna will still be there in the New Year, I presume.

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I was inclined to delay my Vienna trip till later but with only 2 days left it has to be October 28 or not at all this year

I was inclined to delay my Vienna trip till later but with only 2 days left it has to be October 28 or not at all this year. Hope I CAN go mad this time—return to Angelique. Manhattan. Tete a Tete but LATE. Never go there till 1am at the EARLIEST. What else? WSK hopefully still going. That is it. Belvedere of course. And gorgeous Cafe West End.

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So now Saturday morning 10am, my last day in Vienna. It has gone just like that

So now Saturday morning 10am, my last day in Vienna. It has gone just like that. If no Adelina no point going back to Manhattan I think, or Tete, so looking like an early night tonight. I will see if I can get to the Belvedere early then back to WSK, finishing with another rostbraten. I leave London thinking I am going to f—k every floozie I see, but then I get to these places and never quite feel like doing anything, and return home having done nothing again.

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